Today was my last day at work. Next week I’ll start a new job at a new station in a new state. If ever I doubted how relevant I was to my coworkers, that was all put to rest today. This has been the longest goodbye. I have cried buckets of tears. But it all begs the question: Why do we wait until the “end” to tell people what we think about them, how important they are, the role they’ve played in the shaping of our own lives? Why do we not celebrate those relationships daily? Because, once the body is cold, the words are meaningless, hollow even. Obligatory?
When the cake is eaten, pictures taken and shared, at the end of the day, all you really have are the memories.
– J. Ela